A perfect blanket of snow,

A full moon night,

The stars as beacons to my soul.

Ethereal beauty in the dancing trees.

My breath comes in gasps,

My heart races,

My body burns.

I run and run,

The bitter cold my sole companion.

The fear biting at my heels,

Forcing me on,

Icy tears forgotten.

My cheeks are numb,

My spirit broken,

I can’t feel them fall.

The snow is deep,

The path is hidden,

The night is death.

But on and on

I run and run.

The reason why left far behind,

The choice to stop,

Just out of reach.

Always, just out of reach.

This is the cost,

I realize,

To just survive.

To just exist.

A/N:  I've seem to become nocturnal these days... I wrote this really late last night.  Well, early this morning I guess.  Please, let me know what you think.